Walt Whitman Junior High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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Joan didn't answer but she sobbed softly. When the girls went home for lunch, Mr. Blake insisted the girls return Patch to Mr. Jamison After the girls had their lunch, they walked to the paddock and Lori mounted Prince while oan J mounted Patch. They rode along in silence until Lori exclaimed sadl Ulf we could have kept Patch, he would be yours and Prince would be mine.U Joan agreed, Ult would have been grand.U Upon reaching Mr. Jamison's farm, the girls were greeted warmly by the farmer. He thanked them sincerely and added, nSince you girls were nice enough to bring my horse home, I'd like to give you the reward of fifty dollars The girls thanked him and bid farewell to Patch. Perhaps it was the pathetic way Joan whispered good-bye to Patch or the tears in both girls' eyes, but something made Mr. Jamison call out, HLOI1, Joan, in case you're interested, Patch is for sale for fifty dol- lars.H And so Lori and oan Blake J left with a new horse and gay hearts. Dorothy Urman

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THE MYSTERY HORSE Hjoan Blake, you just can't pop in out of nowhere in the mid- dle of the night and claim you've seen a ghost. It's absurd and impossible and.......and just plain ridiculousgn sputtered Lori Blake angrily. nBut I didn't pop in from no- where. I came in from the win- dow,N objected Joan, a fiery red- headed girl of fourteen. nwhat were you doing out on the window?n questioned Lori. HYou'1l never believe it. You see I was lying in bed and I saw a horse appear out of the tog and instantly disappear. Naturally I climbed over the window sill to investigate. The thing odd about this affair is the fact that there weren't any hoofprints around. If it had been a real horse, there would have been impressions on the ground.N Lori, being older by two years and the more practical of the two sisters, said patiently, HLook Joan, you're letting your imagin- ation run away with you. There certainly is no such thing as ghosts. Now why don't you just go back to bed and forget all about itat! nBut Lori I saw it as plain as life. I know I did. It was big and pitch-black with one white patch on his forehead.U Lori, who by this time was tired and disgusted said, Ulf you recall, ghosts are supposed to be white. Although if it will make you any happier in the morning, I'1l look around with you for any so-called ghostJ' With that she pulled the cover over her head and bid her sister good-night. 36 Joan went to bed, too, but de- termined not to let her sister have the last word added, HI did see a ghost. I know I didiu The next morning found Lori and Joan looking around the area where joan thought she had seen the ghost After an hour of fruitless search, Joan suddenly cried out, nLori, Lori, I've found hoofprints.U Lori ran over and said, nMaybe if we follow them, we'll see the ghost.......I mean the horse. I'l1 go get Prince.n Prince was the horse they had been sharing although he really belonged to Lori. A tew minutes later, the girls both mounted on Prince, were fol- lowing the hoofprints of their mystery horse. The trail led through a lush, dense, green for- est. Suddenly a clearing came to view and the tracks ended,abruptly. As large and as real as life, there stood a huge horse. The girls could do nothing but sit and stare until joan dismounted. nHere fella, nice fella,U she called. Hesitantly the horse ap- proached, and she soon had him eating sugar out of her hand. Joan said enthusiastically, Hwell, we've found him and he de- finitely is not a ghost. I'm naming him Patch because fo the white patch on his forehead. Do you think we could keep him? I think that maybe ---------- .H UWhoa,U interrupted Lori, none thing at a time. First I agree on the nameg secondly, he is hm. Jamison's horse. Don't you re- member when he bought him at the livestock show last month? We've got to return Patch to him.n

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